They are just the same as Sylvia has.

We have each six." "And where are the three others ?" Molly opened a little box that stood on the top of the chest of drawers.
"They're here," she said, and so they were, poor things.

A little mosaic brooch set in silver, a mother-of-pearl with steel border, and a tortoise-shell one in the shape of a crescent; these made up her possessions.
"I meant," she added naively, "I meant to have put them all in this box as I broke them, but I left the coral one, and the turquoise one, and the bird in the drawer by mistake." "_As you broke them ?_" repeated grandmother.

"How many are broken then ?" "All," said Molly.

"I mean the pins are." It was quite true.